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Published: November 3rd 2016
It is the middle of the night. I have left Karakorum already and I have reached a small town. I have stopped here for a few minutes to write… As I left the city, I men standing around the city. Nobody is ever awake at this hour. I feel as if I am being watched… or followed…
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